MECHANICAL MAN

The day was perfect, not too hot or cold. Just right for morning walks with a sky not ready for sun. When the phone rang, I didn’t take the call, felt boxed in, Andrew was making me crazy. His love you honey, you are my greatest didn’t phase me. He was losing his power, it was leaking out, it was stopping, his works were tired. He no longer swept the floor, did the dishes nor shared our bed. He was useless walking around at night back and forth saying I am a dead man. I had to listen to his motor sputter and grind.

Don’t ask me why I loved him. He wore shorts and a tank top to show off his magnificent limbs. Done as night, I drove to the shore and watched the emerald sun drop into the sea.